Consensus by Sophie Chouinard​Ii told you that night i would forget, but youwere too busy thinkingof when to see methen

IIoverdosing on bedsheets and sunshine we were salty and guttural tides -i had all but forgotten the smell behind your ear, the softnessof your throat when it growls in hungerthe comforting shape of your head under my clumsy hands, thatfamiliar taste on the tip of you, pulling usapart and together again

IIIbut we overlooked the bitternessof candy-coated chimeras(ignoredthe call of their acidic tongues)

IVnext year’s crop should be better, the almanac said;we chose to believe it

Vgo east; the trees whisperedthe snow took away their breath leaving me herewith onions to peel and tears to wipenoticing them you mentioned winterwould last longer

VIi agreed

Sophie Chouinard hails from Toronto, Canada. Even though her French-Canadian heart loves the ruggedness and beauty of her country, her body would rather perpetually sunbathe on a white sanded beach.